Purple Veranda Poem by Isak Boyd
Purple Veranda
self induced on a purple veranda
gnawing at the unknown
pitiful sight
of a single isolated, island of a wound
the trees, even the grass
turn and snicker.
fear and puss seep out
as my house burns to the ground
every inch of it,
except this solitary veranda.
swaying in the calloused wind
swallowed by smoke,
i bury my head,
while the freedom I sought
turns to ashes at my feet.
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